Osamu heads to the equipment shed to grab the pump, and by the time he gets back Kita is already sitting in a corner and cleaning off volleyballs. The cloth in his hand is already dark with grime, and the sight of it makes Osamu frown.
"Lookin' at that makes me realize that volleyball's kinda gross," he muses, thinking of all the sweat flying around the court and how they throw their bodies down on the floor for receives. Not that he particularly minds, since he's not a neat freak, but the sudden itch to wash his hands is there. "Where're the ones that need air?"
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Date: 2022-11-13 05:47 pm (UTC)"Lookin' at that makes me realize that volleyball's kinda gross," he muses, thinking of all the sweat flying around the court and how they throw their bodies down on the floor for receives. Not that he particularly minds, since he's not a neat freak, but the sudden itch to wash his hands is there. "Where're the ones that need air?"